What followed that slap was silence.
Pin drop, soul-grappling silence.
It was as if everyone in the club had disappeared. The silence was so intense that only Damian and Luna seemed to remain in that place; the rest didn't exist, the rest didn't matter.
People silently prepared themselves to witness bloodshed in the club.
Damian's face had turned to the side from the impact of the slap.
He was stunned. His eyes were wide.
Luna had done something he could never have expected.
Cole Ramsey, his subordinate, snapped out of his stupor.
"How dare you?! Do you know who he is?" His voice roared through the silence, shaking everyone with fear. Looking at his Boss's terrifying expression, he was not only horrified, but he was also enraged.
How could he let this unspeakable thing happen? If only he hadn't been standing a few steps back, he would never have allowed anything to touch his Boss.
He charged at the insolent girl, his hand reaching into his belt to draw his gun.
Blood was going to be spilt that night.
Yet before he could even touch her, Damian slowly shifted his eyes and shot him a glance.
Cole froze immediately. He knew by heart what every gesture of his Boss meant. Throwing a reluctant glance at Luna, he slowly retreated. The flames of anger in his eyes died out, replaced with something akin to pity.
This girl has no idea what she has done. If Boss doesn't want me to interfere, he's planning something on his own. And if he's planning something... it will be horrible.
Damian looked back into Luna's wild eyes. His expression twisted into a cold smirk. His face remained calm, yet this time, a bloodthirsty, murderous aura surrounded him. He quietly lifted his thumb and wiped the blood from the corner of his split lip.
Seeing his Boss's eerie silence, Cole was certain.
She truly doesn't know what she's done—or the hell waiting for her.
It was only the calm before the storm. A long, catastrophic storm that would shatter that girl's world into pieces.
If Damian had any doubts before, they were gone now; the woman who stood so boldly before him clearly had no idea who he was.
"This is the moment you're going to regret for the rest of your life." Damian's voice was dangerously low. He said those words while staring straight into Luna's eyes, as if making a vow. His expression could freeze a heart and scar a soul for eternity.
For a moment, Luna froze. Her heart thumped violently. For the first time, she felt a stream of fear.
But...
Nothing happened.
Without doing anything, the man left the club—without sparing her another glance.
Luna blinked, confused. Snapping out of it, she quickly knelt to help the woman on the floor. "Are you alright, ma'am?"
"Just get away from me." The woman shot a venomous glare at Luna.
Luna: "..."
"Fine with me." Luna shrugged and rose. Looking around, she noticed the strange atmosphere surrounding her.
The whole club was eerily silent. People threw strange glances in her direction—shock mixed with pity—but none approached her.
Slowly, the club began to empty. Most people left as quickly as possible.
"What is this all about? Is it that serious?" Luna wasn't anxious. That was how people behaved when a big figure was offended. She understood that people were naturally scared of trouble. After all, Luna had experience in this matter, with a history of offending powerful people.
"But isn't this club owned by a powerful tycoon? People shouldn't panic over some regular rich guy. A lot of wealthy businessmen visit this place. Oh well. That man did look... slightly above average."
Shortly after, Sierra arrived. Furious when she didn't find Luna at her spot. Before she could even yell, they were both thrown out of the club. Sierra only managed to hear that Luna had slapped someone. The doors slammed in their faces, and they were blacklisted.
Sierra was so angry that she nearly died that night.
"What the hell, Ya'er?! Why are you impossible! I left you for five minutes—five fucking minutes! And you already managed to slap someone? And not just anyone—someone in VVIP!" Sierra was losing control.
Never had she been so humiliated in her life.
Thrown out of the club. The most famous club in the city!
She didn't know how long the rumours would circulate.
"Important person? Huh..." Luna scoffed. Alcohol always messed with her. As for being thrown out, unlike Sierra, Luna was wild and had a long record of being thrown out of places. "So what? If he's important, does that give him the right to hit a woman?"
Sierra grimaced while driving.
"You don't know the whole story. What if that woman was at fault? Did you even look at her? The way she was dressed—she was probably a prostitute. Maybe she did something unforgivable? Why are you always trying to be a hero?"
"Prostitutes are human too!"
"..."
Sierra: "You just wanted an excuse to get into trouble, didn't you?"
"Even if she was at fault," Luna yawned, leaning back. She was used to Sierra's nagging and didn't take her seriously. "He still had no right to raise a hand on her. You didn't see how cruel they were. I c-couldn't just sit and watch."
And Luna fell asleep.
"And who's going to apologise for humiliating me? What did I do? Who's giving me justice?" Sierra cried, but no one listened.
She grumbled, "The things you do for friendship..."
Still, she couldn't shake the ominous feeling. She didn't know that man's real identity, but the one sitting in VVIP had an aura so suffocating it felt like he could choke someone just by looking at them. Something about him was deeply unsettling.
Only a handful of people in that club knew the truth. Others assumed the VVIP guest must be someone extremely powerful based on the influential people surrounding him.
If those men were flattering him, he must be above them by several levels.
"Nothing will happen. Luna isn't from an ordinary family. Her family has influence—no one can just bully someone with the Hart name," Sierra reassured herself. "Even if that man comes back for her, I won't let anyone hurt her." She softened her gaze at the snoring Luna.
But Sierra had no idea that the man Luna had offended was someone far from ordinary—someone whose prestige and power were unmatched. Someone who was rumoured to see humans as nothing more than insects.
Someone who must be feared and respected, no matter how powerful your family is.